Dippin'

Well it's a hot hot Sunday, jump up around a quarter to ten

Had to run and get this blunt that I left in my Benz

I lit the shit and caught an early morning buzz

And called my nigga E, "What up loc?" "What's up cuz?"

I'm thinkin' bout pullin' out the trey for performance

And maybe hit a few corners

I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin'

For me to hit the switch and floss the Daytons

I tap my shit, yo my shit was hot

So I drove it straight to the wash spot

They shine my shit up real glossy

Suckers starin' but my shit jumps like Kris Kross G

So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips

The super clean three with the lifts

I guess I got my whole day planned and I'm trippin'

Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Now I'm rollin' cocked up, flossin' down the street

I took Imperial to the beach

But before I arose on the scene

I saw the individuals rollin' like a team

Drove a little bit further saw Mafia 4 Life

Without a doubt everything was tight

But they gotta watch out for the king

Cause I can make my '63 sing

No pigs around, yo I ain't no sucker

I'm doin' sixty just hangin' this motherfucker

More bounce to the ounce is what counts so I show it

Even if it means I gotta total it

Swervin' from lane to lane, a Cadillac just ain't the same

If you don't know what I mean then you're sittin'

Come on, get in, let's go dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

I felt like Cube cause today was a good day

For me to act a fool in my trey

I'm not worried about a sucker tryin' to stick and rob

I just buck 'em down with my thirty-odd

Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity

Hoes walkin' by, "Hi your majesty"

I said "I'm not Young MC but what's the flavor?"

I played it like Troop cause I'm not souped

I parked my shit on three wheels cause I'm ill

Compton's on the set with the real deal

This one's for the riders all around the world

Dippin' through the hood with your girl

Humps in the back, sunroof top

Niggas lookin' crazy so I'm reachin' for the Glock

Every hood knows whether Bloodin' or Crippin'

Ain't nothin' like a Sunday out just dippin'

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets

Let's go dippin', dippin' through the streets